Man all you can say is that I'm an eminem clone
I would never think yo shit was good even if I was stoned
I know after you read my verse you just groaned and moaned
"ahhh shit, how am I gonna take away dubcac's throne"
"I don't do nothin but call my girl on the phone"
Throughout this battle the verdict's clearly been shown
It's too bad that for lyrical skills you can't get a loan
Your rhymes ain't hit puberty dog, mine are full grown
How's it feel to be mistaken for some fat chick named Joan?
You're callin me white, but your skin is the lighter tone
Go call your boyfriend deek, and get blown